I have been in a weird mood during the last few years. Since I moved to LA I have been very closed off. I have made only 2 friends. The first is a girl I met at Starbucks while studying for the bar. We began talking simply as a way to find another soul to share our pain inducing study sessions with. It was great to have someone to chat with and share our confusion, frustration and down right hate for the whole process of studying for the bar. We studied together for a few sessions during which time we realized that we were very compatible as friends. Fast forward about a year and here we are still friends and now we have country dancing in common. Yes gay-country dancing. Even though she is straight she has acquired a taste for gay country dancing and we hang out together every now and then at the gay country bar. I just love saying it - gay country dancing. Its kind of like saying sweet and sour. What a delightful contradiction it is.
The other friend I made was made in the more old fashioned traditional way, we first slept together. Okay maybe it is not the good old traditional way but it is a common way to make gay friends. Sorry if I offend some but it does seem to be a common practice. My second friend was a guy I also met at Starbucks...omg that is the secret...I need to hang out at Starbucks more often. I was walking across the street from the gay cathedral in West Hollywood. For my out of town and str8 friends let me break it down. First of all a lot of the gay life in LA revolves around the gym. A typical question that come up in any given conversation is: which gym do you work out at? Looking good in LA is a full time job and few are more devout than some of my gay brethren. Going to the gym is as serious ritual as is church attendance for others. Therefore it came to me that gyms are like churches to some. And if gyms are churches then the cathedral, the mother ship, would be the 24hour fitness in West Hollywood (henseforth WeHo or if am feeling really lazy weho). That is where all the converts congregate at least once in their search for the perfect body.
So I must admit that I too have been an occasional parishioner of the weho cathedral. Now back to the story of how I met my second friend.
Across Santa Monica Blvd from the cathedral is a Starbucks and while walking there for my winter favorite after a late-night workout - Venti Chamomile 2 bags hold the honey please. As I was approaching the outdoor tables I noticed a cap-wearing guy staring at me. He was probably wondering if I was going to be the next poor soul to get hit while crossing the deadliest pedestrian crossing this side of a crowded third world country intersection. Seriously WeHo city council how many people have to die before you guys do something about the pedestrian crossing? I implore you!
I approached the stranger and simply sat at the table next to his. I started at him a few times and then struck up a conversation. Now let me save you a long story, besides I can share it with you on another post...remind me later. Needless to say after a few chance encounters we ended up in bed. Now let me tell you this guy is quite interesting and he definitely merits his own blog entry but as a teaser let me tell you, that according to him he lost his virginity to me and the guy is 43. I am not sure if I believe him but the point here is that nothing ever panned out on the romance side of things but a friendship seemed more promising. We hung out for a few months but then he got on my nerves, more details to come, and about a weeks ago I walked out on him and have not heard from him and probably wont. So while more details are coming up lets just say that I am down to just one friend in greater metropolitan LA...now come on! There are over 20 million people within 20 miles and I cannot manage to make ANY friends?!@?!
Recently, I started to date a guy and we had a nice Saturday evening planned out...well as it turns out he says IT IS TOO SOON (he just broke up with his ex a month ago)...he too shall get his own entry...but again the point is that because of this oh so rude break up I was left with no plans on yet another Saturday night.
And that is where I was last Saturday night. Enough is enough. I am mad as hell and I am not going to take it any more. I am a great guy and people love me dam it!!! So I am going to get me some friends.
And here we are. Single gay man in his 30s professional suddenly friendless seeks friends. I would like to share those adventures with you guys. Stay tuned! Sorry to cut suddenly but it is getting late and I still need to go to the gym. Cant miss the gym....got to run!!! L8RS
